slip through the net [criminal investigation]

Man, he took off his clothes and mixed among us in the next second! "

"Wait a minute!" Xie Lin had already rushed to the technical department while speaking, and saw that Gu Yuzhe squinted for a while in the morning, and he was as energetic as a flashback, typing on the keyboard loudly, "Gu Zai!"

He looked back in a daze and said "ah", only to hear him sternly say, "Didn't I tell you to go and get your boss's gun back? Why didn't you go?"

"I'm going. Lu Weiwei said that she happened to be free and helped me."

Xie Lin choked, and seeing his "what happened" expression on his face, he was even more angry, so he could only curse a few words: "Next time I will do the work for you by myself! Are you really using yourself as a senior? You are quite easy to summon people?"

"It's not...I...it's Lu Weiwei herself..."

"Stop talking nonsense, go do your job!" After Xie Lin lost his temper, leaving Gu Yuzhe inexplicably, he quit the technical department and sighed to the other end of the phone, "What should we do now? Ma Qiong is dead, the most important thing The clue is broken, how do we tell Gu Zai in the future that he may have killed Ma Qiong by mistake?"

Ying Cheng remained silent, Xie Lin then punched the wall with his fist: "I said we should be honest! Tell Gu Zai that we suspect Qin Yile and Lu Weiwei, at least he won't let Lu Weiwei go to you easily!"

Gu Yuzhe was kept in the dark, he didn't know the existence of "X", let alone the ghost planted by "X". If the truth came out one day, how would he face his sincerity?

"It's useless to say these things now, I was fooled by him." Then he sneered at himself: "I still vowed to my brother that I was afraid that he would not come. In the end...he made a slap under his nose." ,damn it!"

"Okay, everyone is dead! Where is Jiang Huan? Is he all right?"

"It's okay, I'm in a coma. The doctor suggested that I don't go to see him. I definitely can't ask him. I'm afraid it will be difficult to find out how he got to the chemical plant for a while. By the way, the task force should be closing the net. Their Is there any gain?"

"It's too busy. The people who were ambushing Zhao Cheng's house caught several killers, and the people in the boxing ring also caught them, and they were arrested very quickly. Now the special police are called in, and they are divided into two lines, one of which follows the killers to catch them." Those involved in gangsters, the other one goes along the boxing ring to rescue other abductees.

Wang Yu took people to copy the head office of Tianma Entertainment Group, but there is nothing to gain for the time being, and the account is done very well.

I'm planning to set off to search Ma Qiong's house, but I don't have enough manpower. Anyway, Ye Qingzhou is at the hospital. Do you want to come back and help? "

Ying Cheng hesitated for a moment: "No, I have other things to confirm, give me half an hour, you go first."

"Okay. You stay safe."

Xie Lin was about to hang up the phone, but Ying Cheng suddenly said, "By the way, Xie Lin, say hello to the armory. I'll return the gun half an hour later."

"What? What are you going for?"

"Go and find out the truth."

——It should be said so.

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Times Square is one of Lancheng's famous landmarks. It integrates eating, drinking and entertainment. There are two large shopping malls alone. They are crowded with people 24 hours a day and 25 hours a day. Expensive luxury items cost 15 yuan each. The roast ducks in the restaurant are in perfect contrast, and the net red ladies with exaggerated manicures and the beauties in Hanfu with beaded emerald greens shuttle back and forth. Ying Cheng can only feel the smell of cosmetics in his nostrils.

He sneezed and rubbed his nose, went straight to the fourth floor of the shopping mall, and found a low-key but luxurious "No. [-] Cafe", Fu Jingyu in a short-sleeved white T-shirt was sitting behind the glass next to the door.

His eyes were gloomy, and his demeanor was a little restless, but the moment he saw him, the rain changed and the sky cleared.

He laughed, and immediately sat up straight and waved to him, shouting "A Cheng", because he was too loud to attract the attention of other guests, he shrunk his neck very apologetically, and sat upright on the seat good.

— like a child.

Ying Cheng put his hands in his pockets and smiled helplessly, feeling like a big brother for the first time.

He is no longer what he was back then, he is now 29 years old, and Jing Yu seems to have never grown up, whether it is life or death, he has always stayed in that midsummer.

"Sitting for a long time?"

"It's been a long time."

"Go. Take you home."

"Wait a minute, Jiang hasn't come back yet."

"Jiang Huan?"

"He said he had something to do and asked me to wait for him here."

"Then you just wait for a long time?"

Fu Jingyu lowered her head in embarrassment, her voice was so low that she could hardly hear it: "I...I don't bring any money, and I don't have a mobile phone. It's... quite expensive here."

Ying Cheng was taken aback for a moment, then sneered, this Jiang Huan!

"It's okay, we'll talk about it when we get home." When he turned his head, he saw that the employees in the store were all pointing and whispering to Fu Jingyu. He thought that such a big man would sit for a long time and stare outside, and he would neither pay nor play. The mobile phone, I am afraid that it has long been pulled into the waiting list for running orders by the clerks.

After he paid the money, Fu Jingyu hesitated and took two steps and then stopped: "A Cheng, Jiang is returning, do we really not have to wait for him?"

Ying Cheng slumped his shoulders and said casually: "It's okay, don't wait for him, let's go, go home."

He had no choice but to go home with him honestly, pushed the door open before him, ran to the living room and looked around but found nothing: "Jiang is not at home yet, where has he gone?"

However, when I turned around, I was surprised that the living room was already covered with dark clouds, and the calm before the storm made the air so humid that water could be wrung out. Ying Cheng leaned against the door and turned the lock with his backhand, covered by his untrimmed hair. His eyebrows and eyes clicked, like thunder.

"Ah... Ah Cheng?" The sticky and thick pressure made Fu Jingyu subconsciously take a step back, panicked.

"Long time no see." Ying Cheng put one hand behind his back, pressed the gun protruding from his waist, raised his head but sneered casually, "Didn't you always want to see me, why are you hiding?"

"what do you mean?"

Ying Cheng stared straight at him, with a bright green light in his eyes: "You are tired and I am tired too, so why not get straight to the point, I don't like to play around with people, you don't think I didn't find anything, do you? Xiaoxi?"

Fu Jingyu was startled, and almost fell down on the sofa when she hid back: "What are you trying to say?"

"Xiaoxi, "X", I finally understand why you like the code name I gave you, why, don't you like it now? "

Fu Jingyu finally understood what he meant, and then slowly clenched her hands, unable to let go.

Ying Cheng saw that his eyes were like a pair of pitch-black gemstones, reflecting a lustrous luster, and then cracked, mottled slits appeared.

He raised his broken eyes and said disappointedly and painfully: "Ah Cheng...you don't believe me."

There should be a lump in the throat.He has thought about this person for 11 years, and he has paid homage to this person for 11 years. He has been burdened with such heavy thoughts and endured such deep blame. How can he come up with the word "unbelief"?

He tensed every inch of his veins and muscles, his hands on his lower back almost pulled out the gun, but he didn't.

He paused every word: "How do you want me to believe you? You suddenly disappeared and reappeared suddenly. You refused to say anything and made me a murderer for 11 years. Now I'm not even sure that you are you. What do you want?" How can I believe you!"

Fu Jingyu laughed twice instead, but when he lowered his head, tears fell on the reflective floor. He murmured and repeated "how can I believe it?", turned around uneasily, and then suddenly picked up the coffee table beside him. fruit knife!

He moved so fast that Ying Cheng didn't have time to react, and when he blurted out "Jing Yu", he had already cut the palm of his hand, blood splashed out and bloomed clusters of flowers on the ground, only to hear him hysterical: "Here! Go and check! Whether it's DNA, fingerprints, or my hair? I'll give you whatever you want, go and check! Go and find out who I am, go and check to see if I'm still myself!"

"How can you not believe me...how can you..." He suddenly knelt down again, letting the fruit knife fall into the pool of blood and make a crisp sound.

Ying Cheng immediately stepped forward and kicked away the knife, took out a large handful of tissues and stuffed them into his palm: "What are you doing!"

He couldn't listen at all, and just murmured repeatedly "How can you not believe me", Yingcheng had no choice but to hold his hands tightly to prevent him from getting agitated and hurt himself, and even his voice softened: "Okay Jingyu, I don't believe you, really .”

At least he listened to these words, and raised his head to look at him in a daze, his dark pupils were wet.

In a daze, Ying Cheng thought of the crazy Jiang Huan again, this weird resemblance.Even the delirious appearance when he was sick, there is a similarity.

"A Cheng, don't lie to me, you've been suspecting me, haven't you?"

Ying Cheng resisted not to speak, and held his hands while avoiding his eyes that seemed to be begging for help. He only heard him chuckle and said in despair: "I know why you don't believe me, because I won't do anything." Say, what you care about is not me, but the guilt you imposed on yourself, what you want is not me, but the truth, right?"

"Jing Yu..."

"Really! You tell me, are you! What are you saying... You have been looking for me for so many years, and you are lying to me! You are not looking for me, you just want to find out the truth so that you can free yourself. You didn't think about it at all. Pass me, don't you!"

Now Fu Jingyu was almost on the verge of collapse, Ying Cheng didn't dare to be too provocative, so he could only change the subject stiffly: "Jing Yu, you really look like Jiang."

"Like? But you trust him, but you don't trust me?"

Ying Cheng sneered: "Both of you have a secret past, but you both refused to say anything, and then